Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Travis padded on his bare feet to the other end of the bench, so he stood beside her head, and loomed over her. “Hands behind your back.”
Her arms had hung loosely down to the floor, so I had expected him to clip her to the rings at the bottom of the bench legs, but he had other plans, apparently. She did as instructed, tucking her arms behind her back, and the black cuffs looked like thick bracelets on her wrists.
There were rings on the clasps, and it took him no time to clip her wrists together. Maybe with a certain amount of twisting she’d be able to free herself, but it’d be difficult, and it had to give her a similar feeling to being bound in a regular pair of handcuffs.
He jammed a hand under the waistband of his underwear, tugging it down out of the way so his dick was free. The woman across the aisle from Charlotte legitimately gasped.
Well, shit.
That envious feeling from before was back.
“I want this good and hard,” Travis stared down at Lilith and demanded it in a rough voice, “so I can give you the orgasm you’re desperate for.”
Two things happened.
She opened her greedy little mouth for him to shove his impressive dick inside, and the woman sitting two seats over from me came abruptly. Her cry was loud enough that several people near us turned to see what was going on, including Charlotte.
Her gaze landed on the guy next to me and his hand disappearing up his partner’s skirt, and it only took a fraction of a second for her to deduce what had happened. Her focus rose so she could exchange a look with me.
Her eyebrows lifted, right along with the corner of her mouth, and she seemed to be saying the same thing I was thinking.
Good for her . . . but too soon.
My chest swelled as I filled my lungs with a deep breath. I’d thought we had nothing in common, but the more time I spent with her, the more I realized I might be wrong.
Fucking hell.
What if we were the same person, and the only difference was we were at different places in our lives?
SEVENTEEN
Noah
I didn’t want to think about it.
Instead, I turned my attention back to the couple on stage. Travis had hold of Lilith’s head, sawing his dick back and forth, and pumping deep into her mouth. Although her eyes were closed, she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was.
But the blowjob was quick.
He’d been mostly hard before it had started, and a few strokes was all it took to get him the rest of the way there. Her eyes popped open with surprise when he abruptly retreated. His underwear was pulled back in place, although his dick tented the front, and his feet carried him swiftly to the other end of the bench.
She was bent over it, and, like him, wearing only a pair of underwear, but he looked at the lace now like it offended him. His strong hands clamped down on the pale blue fabric covering her ass, and then he jerked them in opposite directions.
In one swift move, he tore the fabric apart. Threads ripped, the lace shredded, but he continued to pull and stretch until the panties were utterly destroyed. The ruined lace fluttered down her legs.
It was an impressive display of aggression, and he was putting on a show, after all, but I got the feeling that wasn’t his true motivation for doing it.
“Travis, fuck,” she muttered under her breath, trying not to sound annoyed.
This was why he’d done it. He responded to her irritation with a sharp crack of his palm against her newly bare ass. “Ssh.” He spanked her other cheek, this one harder than the last, and then smoothed his palm over the skin. “They were in my way. We don’t want that, do we?”
He spanked her again, and the clap of skin hitting skin echoed in the room. The force behind it was more punishing than I would have expected . . . as was her response. Her eyes lidded with desire and her lips parted to sip in air. All her irritation was forgotten.
“No,” she murmured. “No, we don’t.”
Christ, she’d said it in the same tone I was sure she used when she begged for something.
He doled out the blows with the same precision he’d used with the crop. Fast, light swats, punctuated with sharp, biting slaps that made her skin flush red. I had to control my breathing so it didn’t go ragged, because this wasn’t supposed to be my first rodeo. I’d seen them perform before.
So why the fuck did it have such a strong effect on me?
I was already sweating inside my suit, and the heat in the room cranked up another fifty degrees when he jerked his underwear down across his thighs and buried himself balls-deep inside her. There’d been no warning, and she gasped with surprise, but a strangled moan came right on its heels when he began to move.